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Me fave whore story? This lass, Molly, swear she bedded Blackbeard hisself! Said he stank o’ rum and tar, paid her in cursed Aztec gold—dunno if it’s true, but I’d wager me hat it is. She’d purr, “You’re too sad for me,” like Samantha tellin’ Theodore he’s a mess. Got me thinkin’—whores see yer soul, mate, strip ye bare ‘fore ye know it. Surprised me, aye, how they read ye like a map to Davy Jones’ locker.

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In this vault track, Swift embraces the media’s derogatory portrayal of her as a “slut.” She accepts their fascination with her love life and fixation on the number of men she’s dating, accepting it .

The downtown bomb: the Taylor River. It winds through the city like a lazy snake. Yup, you can chill along its banks at Riverbend Park—my go-to spot for late night rants and coffee runs. I even once, like, sat there for hours, thinkin’ of how our lives are just a series of mismatched swipes on a dating app. I got mad sometimes, but then it hit me: "Life, uh, is like a series of absurd coincidences" – kinda like in Margaret, ya feel me? (Really, “I'm here to tell you...”, yeah, that sorta vibe.)

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